Author note: Hey! As anyone still following this has no doubt noticed, we now have a proper title! Thanks to everyone for sticking by me - I know I'm taking ages to update. This is the last chapter I have written so far, but more is on the way. I have an actual plot planned out now, so I have plenty of material to work with. I was right about the Hetalia though, I now have not just one, but SEVEN fics in the works for it, as well as one Monochrome Factor (which play to ALL of my anime needs).
Warning: Sex, violence, masochism, bondage, good lord, it's GRELL, that deserves a warning all it's own!
Pair: Grell Sutcliff and William Spears
Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine. I sincerely wish it was, because I'd be LOADED by now, but, hey, win some lose some, right?

The next few months passed smoothly, Will keeping a close, but unneeded, eye on his lover at work. True to his word, Grell took over all of the departments female staffing duties whenever it involved their boss.

"You, my girl, are completely reckless." Rebecca had dropped into her usual spot on Grell's desk. "Aren't you afraid of him?" Grell had snorted.

"Of Will? No way in hell. He's no problem."

"Grell, you might not realise this, but if he has history like that, then he is a very real threat." Rebecca had touched his arm, concerned. "You may be older than me, but just by being female, you're weaker than him, unless you have a good century on him."

"A lady never reveals her age." Grell had laughed. "But no, I don't have a century on him."

"Grell, you are younger, female, and attractive." Rebecca sounded serious now. "Be careful, please." Grell had agreed and shooed her away, blushing slightly, but happy that she didn't suspect either his gender or their relationship.

That had been a fortnight ago, and by now, the entire department accepted and respected him. It was a novel experience for Grell, who was used to being known as the dangerous one, the one to watch out for in case of hazardous behaviours. Will, on the other hand, was used to being safe and dependable. The suggestion of William T. Spears as unstable would have made his colleagues back in London laugh – they'd always said you could set your watch by him.

What Grell didn't appreciate, however, was the amount of male attention he was gathering. There was a time when he'd have loved having almost every man in the sector fawning over him, but that was before he'd fallen in love with Will and settled down.

"Hey there." A brunet shinigami leant forward onto Grell's desk.

"Good morning." Grell's response came out stiff and cold. This guy, Evans, had been pestering Grell for a date for weeks, and although Grell was flattered, the continual requests were getting annoying. If Grell had been in London, he'd have simply attacked him with his chainsaw, but things were different in Yorkshire, and Grell wasn't certain if Will held enough sway with the High Ups to sort out any problems if he did take matters into his own hands.

"Aw, don't be like that." Grell wanted to punch the lecherous smirk off Evans' face. He'd know from the second he met the man that Evans was going to be trouble. "Why don't you let me take you out for a drink or two?"

"As I keep telling you, Evans, I really don't want to."

"Oh, you're so cold. You aren't taken, Grell, I know you're single. Just one date."

"I said no, Evans, or are you deaf as well as stupid?" the redhead snapped. "I'm not interested in a date with you." Evans' grin grew slightly.

"So, how about just a quickie back at my place then?" Grell barely glanced up to glare at the other shinigami.

"If I refuse a date with you, what on earth suggests that I would be up for 'a quickie'?" Evans shrugged.

"You wouldn't be the first girl to suggest we have a quick shag rather than an actual date." Grell flipped him the bird.

"You're a scumbag, Evans, now fuck off and let me work, you two-bit gobshite."

"I love it when you talk dirty." Evans winked, and sauntered off.

"I hate that man." Grell muttered.

"You and me both, sister." Alice Tyler sighed, reappearing from the break room, where she'd hidden when Evans came in. Ever since Grell had defended her from the male shinigami six months ago, Alice had taken to the redhead, following him around and helping him make friends and settle in. "He's getting more persistent." Alice noted. Grell laughed humourlessly.

"I know." He sighed. "And to think that people call Spears a pervert." Alice giggled.

"You know, all those rumours about Mr Spears were flying around, but there haven't been any reports on him yet." She looked around nervously. "Grell, I don't think Spears is half as bad as most of the girls think. In fact..." Alice blushed a little, making Grell raise an eyebrow. "Promise not to tell anyone this?"

"Of course." Grell put his pen down, rewarding Alice's confidence with his full attention.

"I think I have a bit of a crush on him." Grell watched as the girl's blush spread rapidly. "What should I do, Grell? I know asking him out for a drink could totally screw me over with the other girls, and what if the rumours are true? It's too big a risk, but he's so... so..."

"I know." Grell chuckled. "He's drop dead gorgeous." Alice giggled. Grell pushed down his innate jealously, and smiled. "It's up to you, lovey, and I can't tell you what to do, but just try and take everything into account before you make a choice."

As Alice fluttered around with her papers, Grell took deep breaths, clinging to his usual happy persona, and swallowing his homicidal side. Sure, Will was attractive – Grell had thought so only that morning in bed, but the idea of another woman even considering the notion of asking him out made Grell want to kill something. At least he knew that if Alice did ask Will out, he'd refuse. Will was safe and dependable, and he would never leave Grell for a woman a fraction of his age. Right?

TBC